An Open letter to the terrorists of the world

An Open letter to the terrorists of the world

While the year 2014 started on a promising note for me, it isn’t ending the way it was hoped for. Just a week has gone and I have heard the gunshots in Sydney Café, the bomb blasts in Syria, firing incidents in USA and now today, most horrific of them all, the shockwaves from Peshawar, Pakistan.

I have seen it all in my close proximity in my country, India, where the terror has touched the people and their hearts are filled with the darkness arising from the repercussions of those brutal moments. Billions of people like me have remained scared of becoming a part of a crowd or a large gathering for we knew that an unknown bullet might put a hole in a head at some unfortunate moment. We are afraid of traveling in the public transport where besides the moron hooligans, a terrorist organization might have also planted a bomb. The fear surrounds us when we leave our kids to the school. The composure is regained only when the kids reach back to us holding our fingers. Till that moment it feels as if a part of ours is missing. There are numerous similar thoughts and moments which have never found a word but all of them emerge from the same state of frightful heart and brain.

But somewhere deep in my heart after the incident in Pakistan where more than 100 children are murdered, I feel vengeance. It has been a long time since we have lived in fear but I suddenly find no trace of it today. Instead what is visible is the anger, the rage and the heat dissipating through my actions every moment. I am sure many of us are feeling the same way. I am sure on this because I firmly believe that the world is still able to survive because of the wide spread goodness and compassion deep in its veins. What I feel is being felt by billions and what I write here is the word of those billions. So, here it’s an open challenge to all the terrorists and terrorist organizations with the long names like ‘Tehreek-e-Taliban’ or whatever, that do whatever you want to do, the goodness now stands united in all of us and we do not fear you. The ‘India with Pakistan’ and ‘I’ll ride with you’ are just two small symbols of my claim. You have enjoyed the shrieks of pain because you are incapable of hearing the songs sung by the happy voices. I felt sorry for you once because I thought that you are some misguided human beings but today I deny recognizing you as humans at all and intelligibly opine my abhorrence for the inhuman creatures like you. In the event, I also openly challenge you that you will never be successful in your mission because we have gained the courage to look straight into the eyes of fear and spitting right on the face of it, while, I know, deep down your dumb and deaf souls, you cannot even make an eye contact with yourself.

My heart goes with those parents who had dreamed of a beautiful world for their children. I can sense that as I too am a father. My only message to you is, don’t lose hope and please, if possible, give your lives a new start. May god brings peace to the people and children who died in Pakistan, Sydney and everywhere around the world. Our hearts haven’t stopped skipping a beat on your names.
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